Lyrics:

Gut level, below it all
Out of duty - just here
Feeling like a knife's being twisted in the hole of how it is
False hope, an inch of pride that died
When I left to hide from non-stop
Battering of conditioned opinion
Rest assured, but not assured
All is well, but I think we've dealt
With the fear for far too long
Unborn suffer, unborn suffer
Unborn suffer the norm
Born to this - I think not!
I stand against till the shit drops
We see all but do nothing, in the hole of 'How it is'